“Daniel, please. Let go togetherrrrrrrr.”

Sebastian’s voice had climbed into a full, dramatic whine as he tugged hard on Daniel’s arm like a child who had been told he couldn’t have dessert. He was leaning halfway across the large oak desk in Daniel’s private office, both hands wrapped tightly around the king’s forearm, trying to physically drag him out of the heavy chair. Beside him, Cole sat on the edge of the desk with one leg swinging freely, laughing so hard he had to press a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.

Daniel didn’t even glance up from the document he was reading. His pen continued moving across...